Son This Ain't A Dream No More Its The Real Thing

*Jigsaw* · 11-04-2021, 04:22 PM

Jigsaw paced outside the den door, trying to force himself within it's depths but each time peeling right back out as the darkness engulfed him. The fear was overwhelming and made worse by the fact that he had no idea why he was afraid. Maybe he could set a fire, just light the whole thing - "Jigsaw?" The familiar voice called out as it approached, derailing the boy's train of thought.

He turned upon his brother, noticing the ooze that dripped from his nose and without thought, wiped his own dripping muzzle with a paw. "It's not just you." Jigsaw explained sadly. "I can't help but feel we're the lucky ones, some of the others are growing crystals or fungi, at least we've only got the glowing fluids." With a wipe of his eye he began to pace once more, his heart pounding hard in his chest. "Do you think father somehow did this? Do you think this is related to how he called to us, needed help?" The yearling's voice rose in pitch, his paranoia leaking through as he continued to pace.

"Speech"

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Son This Ain't A Dream No More Its The Real Thing

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